As I walk into the entirely white decorated mansion with my lacy black half mask around my eyes, my eyes sweep over the exclusive crowd that’s mingling quietly. The corner of my lips lift as I offer my wrist to the bouncer who’s dressed in all black.
Exclusive, deceptive, regulated, and kinky. It’s a wild combination.
Only those who are invited are allowed to come to Carlisle’s kink parties. He calls them ‘balls’ and everyone always has to wear a disguise. Some years it’s body paint or face paint. Some years it’s elaborate full face masks, some years it’s full on costumes. It’s always fun.
While the methods of staying anonymous change, the rules stay the same.
- You leave all phones in the car.
- No one is to exchange names.
- Consent is a requirement. An enthusiastic yes is needed from both parties.
- One couple per private room unless in an exhibition set up or a ‘party’ room.
- What you bring is what you leave with.
Deceptively simple. Deceptively easy. A taste of Vegas with pure luxury and a private, clean, glamorous set up that is truly protective for those of us who want to keep our sex lives and sense of fun private.
This time, one rule was added to the invitation – no one is to wear all black or white. And the colors are astounding to see. Perhaps Carlisle’s bored with basic kink and wants to control us all in one way or another. Perhaps he’s just tired of black and white.
Either way, the thirty of us or so always follow the rules. We never question Carlisle’s choices, and we never mention anything that happens in the parties in the outside world just like we ignore the outside world’s existence while we’re here.
The last few times I’ve been here, I’ve left with mild disappointment. Powerful men, even with masks or costumes, get nervous to enjoy being submissive and I’m not hesitant when it comes to what I want. My red dress with thin straps and plenty of cleavage is higher in the front than in the back, showing off my thigh high black leather boots.
It makes it clear that I’m a Domme looking for a man who wants to be broken or is ready to submit. I hold my head high as I saunter through the middle of the foyer. Some men look over, some women point at my boots, lick their lips, watching me with eager anticipation.
As much as I appreciate their attention, I’m not interested in a woman tonight. I want a man on his knees, ready to slowly strip off my boots just for the chance to touch me, just to be touched by me.
I take a champagne flute and turn to look at the crowd. A woman in a lovely pink gown is already on her knees, leaning against a man’s leg with a collar around her neck and the attached leash in the man’s hand.
She looks up at him adoringly.
Someone walks over to me. “Did you bring a leash this time, red?”
“What a shame that I didn’t. A beautiful way to declare ownership for the night, though I’d go with leather instead of gold,” I say.
The woman in blue next to me laughs lightly. “What’s your flavor tonight? I’m hoping for exhibitionism or a group encounter.”
“No luck there, gorgeous. I want a man who doesn’t need a leash to say at my heel, just like that sweet little sub,” I motion to the woman.
“I believe it’s more of a pet situation.”
“Then she deserves a treat,” I comment.
The master lifts his pet’s chin, stroking over her bottom lip with his thumb until her lips part and she eagerly laps up the wine he pours, not caring when some rolls between her tits. He draws her further up as she practically climbs him until she’s standing and he kisses her slowly before whispering in her ear.
When she nods, two other men are welcomed to taste the wine off her neck and chest. I fan myself. “Dear god, tonight has us all in a fever pitch.”
“And there are some new ones,” the woman says.
Even though she and I know each other, we have to pretend like we don’t tonight. She groans as a group of guys, obviously younger by their style – probably seniors in college or just out of college. It’s a ten year minimum age difference and I’ve always loved the ability to show a younger man what to do, to prove that older women can prove and show plenty.
All three of the guys are in dark colors. The one in the center is dark green, the one to the side with styled blonde hair has a blue blazer over a white button up, and the one on the other side is wearing a deep red, almost purple blazer.
The blonde one looks nervous, keeps adjusting his mask like he’s never worn one. Yet his light, well-trimmed beard, the perfect tailoring of his suit, the way it shows off his wonderful build … he’s the one I want.
“Ooh, you look focused,” she purrs. “A cougar on the prowl?”
“You know me better than that,” I say with a half smirk. “I’ve told you. Subs, or potential subs have a look.”
“Those three are the up and comings in prominent, old money families,” she hisses.
“Which means they need someone to whip them into shape. My boy in blue … he’s itching for something new, open minded, and isn’t posturing. He’s receptive,” I say.
“Prove it.”
“Happily. See if you can get both of his friends to entertain you for an audience,” I tease right back.
She groans. “You now me too well.”
We approach the men and split them apart from each other. The man in the blue suit looks me over. Behind his mask, his sky blue eyes widen. He swallows, then meets my eyes. “Hello.”
“Hi, baby blue,” I croon. “Are you open to conversation?”
“Yes,” he breathes.
“And you know the rules here?” I ask.
“Yes. I’m consenting to …. talking.”
“Only talking?” I tease.
“Some touching is … is okay,” he breathes.
I laugh lightly and move closer. I take his hand and put it on my hip. “I’m consenting to plenty, but we’ll get there. I know a first timer when I see one.”
“That obvious?” he asks with a light laugh.
“We all had our first time once. You’re doing better than some,” I promise. “How about, I show you around, show you all the options, and get you comfortable with everything.”
“That’s all?” He asks, looking me over again, his eyes lingering on my boots as his fingers tighten on my hip.
I tip his chin up so he has to meet my eyes. I run my nose over his and part my lips, watching as his eyes dilate. I run my thumb over his chin. “If you’re a good boy, you might get more.”
He nods, as if I’m worth whatever he has to go through to have me. I show him around, giving him a full tour of all the kinky options. Every time he lingers, I take his hand and put it on me, my hip, under my dress on my thigh, my ass, my breast.
By the time we’re heading towards the private play rooms, he’s focused on me and me alone, not paying attention to the moans and swatting sounds coming from the room. I lick my bottom lip. “What do you think, baby blue?”
“I wish I could take a tour of you,” he breathes.
“You have been a good boy so far. You’ve followed instructions, been respectful … maybe you deserve a reward,” I say, pushing him against the wall behind him. He let out a little grunt as I slide my hand behind the back of his neck and run my nose over his. I slowly turn my head to the side so he can breathe me in. “You’ve earned a kiss. If you want more …”
“Yes,” he groans, his hands gently stroking my sides. “Yes, please. The kiss, the more, please, Red.”
I kiss him slowly, softly, sucking his bottom lip, then slowly licking into his mouth, taking my time and drawing it out. He lets out a low, throaty sound, leaning into the kiss, giving me more access to him, taking everything I offer with blatant determination.
Nearly smiling, I draw back and run my fingernails over the nape of his neck. “Are you going to keep being my good boy?”
“Yes,” he pants. “Yes, r-”
“Mistress. That is what you’re going to call me and the game we’re going to play is obedience. If you win, you get to come. If you don’t … I’ll leave satisfied and you’ll wish you behaved.”
He nods, then says ‘yes’ when I just glare at him. With that, I grab his tie and drag him to a room that’s walled in mirrors. I think I hear my Baby Blue say something, but by the time I turn around, his focus is entirely focused on me.
I shut the door and walk towards him. I point at the floor. “On your knees.”
“But …”
I walk around him. “Baby Blue, remember the game? Obedience. You get one safe word. Choose it.”
“Stop?” he guesses.
I nod. “Good. If you don’t like what’s happening or you want to stop, that’s all you have to say. Then it ends and I’ll cuddle you, make sure you get some food and water. Otherwise, get on your knees.”
He nods and slowly sinks to his knees. We’re going to have to work on his posing. I stand in front of him and spread his knees wider with the tip of my shoe, then put the toe of my shoe on his thigh.
“Take off my boot, slowly. Appreciate my leg, impress me, and I’ll let you use your mouth for more,” I offer.
He takes a ragged breath, but obeys. He undoes the zipper, slowly peeling it down. Leaning forward he kisses and licks the revealed skin as his hands caress me, peeling away the leather to reveal my thigh, my knee, my calf, then only my foot is covered. He gently guides my foot from my shoe and kisses the top of my foot, his eyes on me.
I wiggle my toes against his chin. “Good boy. Now the other one.”
He does it the same way, his tongue and lips so soft, warm, a promise of more and he’s just so damn willing. I shudder and my nipples harden as I watch him eagerly submit to me. I take off my dress to reveal my barely there, strapless black lacy lingerie. It’s a mini dress that doesn’t hide a thing; not how hard my nipples are, not my shaved pussy, nothing.
It displays it, emphasizes my sex appeal and Baby Blue groans as he drinks me in. His hands slide up and down the back of my calves. “Please let me touch you, please you, whatever you want that will make you come, Mistress.”
“Can you please me?” I tease.
“I won’t stop until I do,” he promises.
I consider letting him put his mouth to work, but I motion to his clothing. “Show me what I’m working with, Baby Blue. Strip down for me.”
Again, he obeys without hesitation. He tries to stay on his knees as he does it. He’s definitely not bad looking. He has some muscle, plenty to show off. But it’s not as defined as some gym rats I’ve seen. I’m more interested in what he has in his slacks and he doesn’t make me wait to find out.
He drops his slacks with some difficulty, but his cock is perfect. Not too big, but definitely not too small. He’s perfect. Thick, long, hard, and so ready to go that his cock is already leaking for me.
I lick over my bottom lip. “Show me how you touch yourself.”
Baby Blue takes a ragged breathe and slides his hand around his cock. He fists it slowly until I nod. He never takes his eyes off me, even when his jaw tightens as he strokes over the head, his fingers squeezing. He strokes back down, over and over again, teasing himself with what he could have.
“This is what you’re going to do, baby. You’re going to devour my pussy until I come all while jerking yourself off. You’re not allowed to come. If you get close, you can soften your hand, but you’re not allowed to stop touching yourself. Is that clear?” I growl as I put one knee on his shoulder.
His eyes dip to my pussy, then look me over hungrily. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Tell me how badly you want my pussy,” I order.
“There’s nothing I want more. You’re so fucking sexy and tasting you is a gift. It’s all I want. My mouth is watering for you. I’ll devour you all night, please you all night. Please, mistress. Let me have everything.”
“More,” I order, even as I spread my legs and slowly touch myself.
His gaze focuses on my fingers, my wet pussy lips, all of it. I groan as he licks his lips and takes an unsteady breath. “Please, Mistress. You’re perfect, powerful, so damn … out of my league. I want to please you, to pray to you, to give you everything.”
“Show me,” I pant, spreading my pussy lips like an offering to him. He groans and fists his cock faster and harder.
He definitely knows how to use his tongue, but I hold his head steady. “Suck my clit, use the tip of your tongue just … yes. Just like that. Find what makes me moan. Earn my orgasm.”
He groans and holds onto my ass with one hand, grinding me on his tongue, giving me everything before I can ask for it. He flattens his tongue, teases my entrance, then back to my clit, working me up until I’m a panting, groaning, eager mess. But he doesn’t stop. He pushes me over the edge and into an orgasm that has me shaking and holding onto him so I can
Baby Blue isn’t as innocent or inexperienced as he seems. He feasts on me, groaning and desperate, greedy and for the first time since I’ve decided to be a Domme, I’m considering letting him have his way.
I roll my hips against his mouth. “Again. Make me come again if you want to feel my pussy wrapped around your cock.”
He groans and ups the pace of his tongue. “Yes, just like that. Such a good boy. Stop touching your dick and hold my ass. Don’t you let me fall. Fuck me with your tongue!”
Of course he obeys. He wants me to fuck him. He wants everything I’m offering him plus more. He’s so good. My eyes roll back and I groan. “Yes!”
He moans and lets me ride out my orgasm as he continues kissing my thighs, my mound, gently licking as if he’s going to clean me up and doesn’t want to waste a drop. I manage to draw back and get to my feet.
Baby Blue looks up at me as I pant. I expose my tits, pulling my lingerie down, then bunch it around my hips. He groans and leans forward as I take a few steps back. I motion him forward with my fingers. “Crawl to me. Prove you want my pussy. Show me how good you are.”
He crawls towards me, panting, focused until I stop and grin. I stroke under his chin. “You’re a good boy. Do you like how I taste?”
“Yes, mistress,” he groans.
“But you want more, don’t you? You’re greedy for my pussy.”
“So greedy, Mistress. I’m so hard for you, so eager,” he groans.
“Does your cock deserve my attention?”
“I …” he struggles with that question, then nods. “Yes. I’ve obeyed. I’ve been good. I’ll make you come again.”
“And you’ll wait to come until I give you permission?” I purr.
“Yes. Yes. I will, Mistress. I’ll be so good. I promise. I promise,” he begs.
I slowly lower myself to the ground, then lay back. I spread my legs and Baby Blue watches my pussy, licking his wet lips, but waiting for permission. He groans when I spread myself open again.
“Fuck me, baby boy. Show me you can make me come with your dick too. Give me everything you got, but you don’t get to come until I do,” I warn.
“Yes.”
“And if you disobey, I’m going to spend all night punishing you. There are plenty of options,” I threaten.
“I’m going to make you come, Mistress. I won’t be able to come until you do. I need to see you in ecstasy,” he growls.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
“Permission,” he says seriously.
I grin. “Fuck me. It’s an order.”
He groans and immediately moves between my legs. He thrusts into me and shudders as he gives me every inch. My back arches and I nod to him. He rolls his hips, hitting my g-spot again and again even though he’s not even thrusting.
“Fuck,” I hiss.
He draws back and slams into me again. Then again, taking his time, going slow despite every hard thrust. He cups my breasts, then sucks one of my nipple between his lips.
“You won’t break me, baby. Fuck me hard. Fuck me like you love me,” I encourage.
It breaks him. He fucks me hard, fast, making me bounce with him. He has to hold onto my breast so he can keep sucking and licking my nipple. I can’t get enough. When he starts rubbing my clit too, I know that he’s perfect for me, meant for me, meant to be right here inside me.
“Yes!” I yell.
“Mistress, fuck, you’re perfect, better than I could dream. So … fucking … amazing,” he snarls.
I claw his back, roll my hips. Baby Blue doesn’t stop, even after I come. He just keeps going, plying me with compliments, telling me I’m the best woman he’s ever gotten to touch. How devoted he is to me.
He lets me ride him, encourages me to have him however I want and I do. I take him, giving orders, drawing it out until I realize he’s struggling. He hasn’t come because I haven’t given him permission.
I hop off him and get on my knees. “You’re going to come for my mouth. You’re going to fill my throat with your come and if you don’t do it in five minutes, you won’t come at all,” I growl.
He nods eagerly, then obeys when I blow him. I only manage a few sucks and swirls of my tongue before he finishes down my throat, panting and thanking me over and over again. When he sumps back, he hums. “Thank you, mistress. Thank you.”
“Good boy,” I purr. “Such a shame that I won’t get to enjoy you again. I’ll just hope you remember me for next year.”
“You’re impossible to forget,” he sighs.
I smirk and start getting dressed. We’ll just have to see.
